Chapter One
Waiting in Bellingham to board my flight to LAX was a nightmare. My family and I had always gone through the Bellingham airport to go to Los Angeles to vacation in Disneyland and it had been a breeze every time. However, this day I thought the whole population of Washington was here. So when my ticket group was called I practically ran through the gate.
This trip, my parents opted for the random seating, to save money. And of course I was stuck at the back while the rest of my family was at the front of the plane. I couldn't wait to just sit down and watch Netflix movies on my iPad. As I scrambled my way to literally the last row of the plane, I sighed into the window seat.
Sitting there for a moment relaxing into the seat a wave of vacation excitement coursed through me and I grinned like an idiot. I settled my carry-on and my purse underneath the seat in front of me, fastened my seatbelt and focused my attention to the tarmac out the window.
I felt the seat next to me sink and I knew someone had occupied it. I didn't bother to turn around because knowing my horrid luck it was probably a creepy old man who would make conversation just to stare at my chest, or a mother with an extremely whiny baby. The back of the plane was awfully empty, I noticed. With it being 7:30 at night I guess I shouldn't really be surprised. After the speech was made by the captain, we were off.
The take-off was fine; I hadn't bothered to introduce myself to my stranger neighbor, and didn't really plan to. I would be perfectly delightful if they made the first move, but until that happened I would watch "White Chicks" on my iPad.
My friend Carly and I spent three days straight watching movies on Netflix, and we watched White Chicks probably 4 times. Getting about 20 minutes into the movie, I had to try hard not to laugh out loud, so as to not provoke conversation with next-door.
However when lactose-intolerant Markus eats some cheese unknowingly at a party and heads for the bathroom, pushing the woman out of the way saying 'Move bitch!' I had stupidly taken a sip from my water bottle, only to have it expelled onto the seat in front of me. I took a moment to stare at the seat, then, taking out my headphones, I reached for the napkin a stewardess brought with a package of goldfish earlier.
I turned to apologize to my neighbor, hoping I didn't get any on them. 'Hey I'm really sor...' My voice faded out as I realized who I was sitting next to. I tried not to react, but still felt my eyes widen and I was met with a perfectly white set of teeth, black hair and a smirk/smile that set me on fire. "You have got to be fucking kidding me" was all I could think.
Seth MacFarlane stared back at me. 'No worries hon, White Chicks is classic. Happens to me all the time.' He smiled and I couldn't help but smile back. 'Uhh, thanks.' I replied brilliantly.
I nervously ran a hand through my hair at the same moment he did and I focused my attention back to my mess, or at least tried to. "Why is he flying commercial, coach no less?" I thought. "Whatever the reason, my luck definitely seems to be changing." I smiled. 'So,' he began, as I wrenching my attention back to him, 'what's bringing you to LA?'
So, what do you guys think? xo